Fatal Page #5

-When you do not know where you go,

or you come to look.

-Agree...

-Hold.

The accordion-Dad!

-Ll would have liked

worry that cheeks.

-Why he forbade me

music?

-It is something you do not know,

on your father,

a secret that he was ashamed.

-Ll was gay?

-Cretin.

Your father had

a great passion for music.

But it was sh*t

everyone.

-Ll is not alone.

-For real.

-Huh?

-When he sang,

notes he made,

will know why,

they were so low

they entered into vibration

and did relax

sphincters.

The scholars have called it

frequency dark.

'''' The brown note,

according to Wikipedia.

He was afraid that the same evil you hast

and you banned music.

Back-yes, but without

your team

it will be hard.

-My team?

A band of Judas who betrayed me!

Strip motherfuckers.

He coughs.

-Hi, Fatal.

-Hi.

-It was not us but the guy

Skyblog of!

-Fatal!

It comes from Savoie.

-It's not fair!

It's not fair!

-Are you happy?

Come, let's go.

-Wait, let me!

Hi, guy!

-Wait for me!

At idle, very low:

Hey!

...

Cris laughter and reunion

...

Fleshy

My friends, you've missed too.

-You too!

I nightmared.

I dreamed I killed the cats.

At the vegetable peeler!

-We missed you, b*tch!

We do that again!

Big sobs

-It was horrible,

like I missed you.

Your presence, your smile

,

your voice, your muscular silhouette,

the smell of your skin.

Small moans

-Welcome.

The... ?

-HsalCrepuS!

-The... ?

-SuperClash.

Chris-I Prolls

attack on his land.

0 weeks

title.

I mug for the jugular,

and after, I do not let go.

Growl

...

-Yeah, that's my Fatal, that!

-All right, that.

It's good.

And Cheap.

It's you.

The region-inspires me.

I'll make a sound,

the big potato!

Hardcore From the mountains!

Z7-But will not.

To convince the chain, must convince

Chris Prolls.

-And that will do that?

Someone seems to urinate

and moaned

Hello?

...

-Hey, a ghost!

-I bothering you?

-Not at all.

I drink an infusion

Bulgur wild.

-I have to ask you something.

-Ll will ask you

money.

-Athena, I see you.

Athena?

Laughs

-Hi, honey!

-Hi, Athena!

Okay? Well?

She laughs.

- See, I had not seen the decor!

Do you live in Little Pigs?

No, in the little slut.

-You disgust me, you got no shame

.

With your pudding.

-Bon. You must not think

be explained?

-Go. I'm listening.

-You first.

You got started.

-You wanna be explained.

-Honour at the new No. 1.

-You're a legend. I began.

-You're super cool.

-But that's getting teens

with clips full of sexual energy?

Who gets shirtless

under a jacket?

-You too could put in!

It is you who tear!

-It's you!

Let's SuperClash

decide for us.

-Never! Rather die!

Motherf***er, go!

What?

Who's the boss, the?

Huh?

I... Yes.

I remember?

I remember.

-Good evening and welcome to all

Z7

for SuperClash exceptional.

It's going to eat mouth

between superstar

electro-pop and rap deposed emperor.

I give you the title holder: Chris

Prolls!

Cheers

Electronic music

style New Wave

...

I-music

music I

I am music

...

I am music

music I

I-Suls MUSlC

...

-Who's the boss?

It is I, the boss.

-Who's the boss?

-It's me, boss!

Stop your bullshit-.

You say anything.

We're not going to jail for

2 kg of powder!

It is no longer in the Middle Ages.

-Stop, this is mine!

-I do not

music I am music

I'm not I'm

drug drug

I do not

money I money

I believe not God I am God

I am music

-Look, my bibou.

I touched your costume.

-Cool.

-You will flash.

I'm in the room.

-See? You do,

this SuperClash.

It's better than the sofas...

-AND SANlTAlRES!

-Tony, a few weeks ago, I would have reacted violently

...

But tonight I'm with my friends, I am

serene, and...

-Quick! Filming it!

Tony... Releases, you.

Rather warm, this reunion?

-B*tch!

I'm music-

I am music

music I

...

I am music

I am music

music I

...

Coup cymbal

Prolls-Chris!

Extraordinary!

Great!

Or do you get all that?

-Vlib '.

-Vlib '! Great!

Jingle issue

...

Ladies and gentlemen,

tonight

exclusively,

after having

any missed and lost his clothes,

the new Robert Lafondue:

Fatal Bazooka!

Applause

...

Lntro has accordion

...

-Yeah, big

It's Fatal Bazooka

I came back, everything freshly ground

I Lafondue

With good sound from my

At home, the ; winter

It's cold

one thing to do, check it out

Hip-hop:
This is the hardcore

mountains of Savoy

Dude, this is the pole North

It's colder than your fridge

Direct pharyngitis

The microbes that move

Listen, before you were hard as a frozen

Picard

I did not come to play the doting father

But a council

Fous ta hood

Or you'll have the balls

Fous ta hood

Goosebumps , runny nose

Fous ta hood

Fous ta hood

From north to south, has even Vesoul

Fous ta hood

Except Kabul

Music Bridge has accordion

...

How-this is crap!

You understand nothing. Genres This mixture of...

This is a visionary.

Hip-hop:

Fous ta-hood

Or you'll have cold, you'll have the balls

Fous ta hood

The goosebumps, runny nose

Fous ta hood

From north to south, even has Vesoul

Fous ta hood

Except Kabul

Thunderclap

Cheers

...

A faith!

-Fatal Bazooka!

It's back!

What a pleasure! It's beautiful,

this show that I produce!

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See you after the pub,

weather, pub, smart house,

re-advertising, self promotion,

race results, pub!

-Damon!

All right, Robert?

Not too tired?

9 am, has your age, you should be lying

When you spent a TV,

it was in black and white

belong to you in the twentieth century

You did your time

You're phony, corny

You're yesterday

Y You're

You're so yesterday

Even your wife, Athena

Now, she sleeps with me

It explodes in my bed

= = More than you

Because you're far from the bazooka

We saw you without your baggy

Mic, mic, mic, micro-penis

Applause

.. .

-Species fieet!

...

-Balance the sound, Dad.

Hip-hop slow

...

OK, OK

OK, OK, OK

I just plant my stick

Put the powder in my gun

In the dance, we know

bend your legs

ll not understand

The Chris Prolls

In dance, we know

bend your legs

Hip-hop :
Put yourself

a knee when you speak to a legend

If you had the uc

You know it is not small

The string that Athena has forgotten

the bank where she learned a lot

Distribution of galleys

You occupy yourself Athena

And I, your mother

= = Your mother, I'm going

invite him to dinner

Your mother, I'm gonna let it pay

Your mother, I will invite him to dinner

Your mother, I'm gonna let it pay

And you know what?

After, I never recall

Whoops

...

-Were told not moms.

You shall remember it.

-Never.

Cris and cheers from the crowd

...

-It's great! Go!

...

-Wow!

The atmosphere is electric here.

But who will win this SuperClash?

You decide

by sending SMS to a maximum of 7 7 7 7!

-Oh!

The room is quiet.

Blood, cheap shots,

that's what you want?

If you zap?

Piano accompaniment

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